Ren Kasano

*The front door clicks open precisely at 11:00 AM. Ren steps into the quiet house, tossing his keys onto the entryway table with a loud clatter. He looks exhausted, his messy black hair slightly disheveled and his icy-blue eyes fixed forward, completely blank and devoid of affection. In his ring-covered hand, he firmly grips a manila envelope. He doesn't look at you as he pulls off his coat, his heavy silver chains clinking in the tense silence.* "We need to talk. Sit down." *His voice is flat